( Warning: Some Preek/Creepy will be shown, read at your own risk!

and I may be accidentally be adding more in to the entire fanfiction that I wanted to-

Also, I'm changing this story up more than I intended. I have some new ideas and stuff that I want to try out, my apologies.

writing this chapter hurt my Broppy filled heart )

The sun's light was just breaking through the trees, it was still early, around 7 AM, and as always, Poppy was already awake and filled with energy.

She bounced on her bed, hoping to knock some of her energy out of her body before her party.

“Woo!” She cheered each time she was in the air.

Unfortunately it didn't help at all, she still had enough to run a lap around the Earth.

Poppy sighed and jumped one more time and landed on her fluffy floor.

She looked around her room, looking for an activity to do while she waited for the party which was at noon.

She looked at her best friend wall, and said each of her friend's name with enthusiasm.“Good morning Cooper! Good morning Satin! Good morning Chenille! Good morning Fuzzbert! Good morning Smidge! Good morning DJ! Good morning Creek!”

She stopped, staring at the three pictures of the trolls she didn't name yet sadly. She didn't want to look at their faces unless it was their actual faces. She didn't even want to think about them.

Poppy removed them from the wall and hid them in her drawer, she would put them back up when they came back.

She held Branch's frame in her hands for a little longer, smiling at it. “I miss you.”

“Who do you miss?”

Poppy twirled around to see Creek, who seemed to have tamed Mr. Dinkles, but definitely after a lot of work, as his hair was ruffled and his cheek was scratched.

“Oh, hi Creek! Just Branch and Guy and Biggie,” She slid the frame in to the drawer and closed it.

“Stop worrying about them.” Creek took her hand and sat her down on the bed, then sat next to her.

( A/N - I'm not even joking- every time I type Creek I hear thunder- )

“I can't stop worry about them, they're my best friends. I don't want them to get hurt.” Poppy looked at her floor.

“I understand your concerns, but just take a deep breath in, and a deeo breath out, and forget about them.” Creek did the breathing exercise with her.

Poppy flashed him a small grin. “Thanks Creek, that actually made me feel a lot better.”

“How are you and Dinkles?” Poppy asked, changing the subject.

“We're doing fine, he's a very delightful worm.” Creek said through gritted teeth. He didn't want to take care of him anymore.

“I can take care of him if you'd like.” Poppy offered.

Without delay, Creek stuffed Dinkles in her arm.

Poppy giggled. “What's so bad about this cutie?” She snuggled him against her cheek.

“Many things.” Creek pointed to his cheek. “I got this from trying to feed him this morning.”

Poppy raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

Creek nodded.

“I'll go get a band-aid.” Poppy rolled her eyes and went through her cabinet.

While Poppy was searching, Creek's eyes turned to the drawer. He was tempted, but refused to do anything dirty.

“Got it!” Poppy pressed it on his face then sat right next to him again.

It was silent for a few seconds, until Poppy asked something out of the blue. “This may be a strange question for your ex-lover to be asking, but have you found anyone new yet?”

Creek shook his head. “Have you?”

“I think so. I still have to ask him on a date.”

“Who is it? Branch?”

Poppy slowly nodded, blushing.

Creek looked away, staring at her wall, highly annoyed. “What a swell choice.”

She rolled her eyes, knowing that wasn't true. “You two are gonna have to get along when he's king otherwise he'll throw you in the fungeon.” She joked.

“When he's king? Why would you want a sarcastic troll leading upbeat happy trolls?”

“Because his caution is helpful in situations that involve threats. He can organise the trolls and get them to safety in an orderly fashion, he knows when you shouldn't be outside, and he doesn't leap into danger.”

Creek held her hands. “But there's so many other trolls that would love to be loved by you that could do a better job ruling the kingdom.”

“Oh, really? Like who?” Poppy smirked.

“Uh, well I know one troll, he's very calm, and also responsible. He doesn't leap into danger, but he does have more fun than that grump.”

Creek was referring to himself, and Poppy knew it, but she had fallen for him anyways.

“I'll have to look into him.”

They gazed in to each other eye's for a few minutes, until Mr. Dinkles... tinkled.

“Mr. Dinkles!” Poppy picked him up.

Creek cleaned it up with his hair. “I should leave, he probably needs to recharge his batteries... he has batteries, right?”

“I need to change Gary's batteries;!” Without saying goodbye, Poppy jumped out of her pod and headed to Branch's bunker, leaving Creek and Mr. Dinkles alone.

( A/N - for what you're about to read- imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry )

Creek opened the drawer and took out Branch's picture.

( A/N - imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry )

He folded the picture and then ripped it. “I will get Poppy back, somehow.”

( A/N - imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry imsorry- you can hate me like i hate myself)